Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.